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is he Yeah you know it's B-I-G D-R-I-P I be with them Haitians wi C'est la vie They like how you get that name well look at me I'm so clean I hop out
D-I-C-K U-P when I'm up in these hoes from H-I-V Dime Piece too young to fuck so she grind Who want wit what baby girl right behind me Hit Em Up make em
paquetera El Gucci Ym Freak D.r., P.R, N.Y. El triángulo Trap mambo Ahora todos son capos, dicen por el Chapo Di que yo sí, perraco, perraco
Medusa "Bih Yah" I "Luv my Slatts" but these ain't songs from Judah D-r-o-p the beats p-o-i-n-t at you, you can see this heat Stay on cue cause if you
H.Y.B.R.I.D. H.I.P. H.O.P. Kezeket fel segítség! P. meg az O.M.Á.Z. Rúgja rád az ajtót az éjszaka közepén A tapsért jöttem én nem az összegért Amit
Treat her by the nook sneaky link roll tree like I know you hate the way I r a p bout my life To precise shoot a bucket They want that top flow well
Каждый день Ее глаза сияют будто в аниме Зовите меня P.I.M.P. раздаю стиль зови L.A.P.D Ain’t nobody Like me wanna party like me Моя туса sweet dreams, Но
you wanna lie All on your feed If this was Meez I’d keep it A hunnit p You know that I am Hundo P I’m Hundo P I’m good I’m good I’m good I’m good I’m
Astro-nomical, she kinda basic One of my numbers, send her back to the matrix Red pill, blue pill, what am I takin'? L-A-X on the beat, we stretchin' The P-O-D
I, J, K, L S’est moqué d’elle M, N, O, P Elle l’a tapé Q, R, S, T Elle a pété S, T, U, V On l’a trouvé W, X Les deux yeux fixes X, Y, Z Étendu raide A,
d'Provence... Un sapré p'tit Moko.... » Oh ! Oh ! Qué sapré p'tit Moko ! Enfin v'là qu'on nous embarque, Qu'on bourlingue un bon mois ; Et pis v'là qu'on nous
you're trashy You're classless, girl, you're sleazy, you're freaky N-A-S-T-Y, you're nasty, F-R-E-A-K-Y, you're freaky Girl, where's your P-R-I-D-E? Put
her with Stevie P I'd throw her back in the Penitentiary, now And if I caught her with my mother's son I'll call her daddy and get my gun My
went to the woods And laid with the squirrels Durin' P.E., we'd be Explorin' each others privates Hunchin' with all our clothes on Until we felt
with Stevie P I'd throw her back in the Penitentiary, now And if I caught her with my mother's son I'll call her daddy and get my gun My Francine just
Baille Broliker Productions P'tit teh au bout du bec, on s'réveille au bruit du "bep" Parle pas d'être solidaire, on t'a pas vu d'tout l'hiver
cru dur comme fer au coup d'la passoire d'vant la télé Avoue un p'tit coup d'pougnette ça fait du bien aux coucougnettes Sur mon survêt c'était des
contageous covid O Ninteen I had problems solve it Still make a d r i p volvic If it’s a chop I’m involved in Cut it like snakes till the fakes not showing Ona
Jeezy-iju Ja sam Alhemičar na bitu Mobb D.E.E.P.-iju Jedan od onih kome vodu ne piju Savjeti "Fake it till you make it", svi to prevest' umiju Jer umiju to da
in 'em streets Niggas gettin' shot, my niggas gettin' locked Yeah, it's the life we chose It's the life we chose (Pueblo P-D finished their
ass, with a hellified gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batch of collard greens It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P D O
ass, with a hellified gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batch of collard greens It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P D O
д-а-ж-е н-е (Go!) о-д-и-н О-н-а м-е-н-я (Go!) ф-р-е-н-д-з-о-н-и-т, (Go!) о-н-а M-o-r-p-h-i-n-e d-r-i-p! (Go!) С-у-к-а, (Go!) о-т-д-а-й с-е-б-я, (Go!) м-н-е
faut que t'arrêtes Pourquoi tu forces, faut que t'arrêtes Pourquoi tu forces J'rêve la nuit d'être posée P'tit verre de chardonnay On roule sur la piste
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